It Had To Be Snakes

from Snake Mountain EP by King Keldor + Disjointed

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[Verse 1]
Invoking hailstorms
Spellswording hellspawn, King Keldor, (right?) big up Mordor and Melkor
Capture opponents, torture their frail forms
All the rats and the rodents will forfeit or else, war

You hear that, Eternia?
The serpents will murder ya, burning virgins and raping churches turning the furniture
Upside down, you know what's hot right now?
Surfing a tide of blood, a cyber cop can suck my sound

Inner thighs intertwined
Evil in Evil-Lyn's needle eye, I'll do a number on her with a 9
Get a spine, if only for the sole reason
Of cold creeping between shoulders when I rhyme, it's dinner time

Rappers in a bind on my track like tied up damsels
Quite a handful to try untangle them tied up ankles
Snake Mountain, aligning with bands of violent vandals
Who cypher inside abandoned asylums in light of candles

[Verse 2]
The skeletal sorcerer, born to torment ya
Forming a horde of corpses, orcs, gorgons and scorching the
Realm, Lord of the Hells, as foretold by the elves
I broke out my cell and according to formula spelled

Doom for forces of light ...
Returned home at my well of power, soon absorbing its might
Hubris orbited by
Lucifer's horrific pride - and to swallow it I'd have to use a fork and a knife

The instant I bust turn kingdoms to dust
And burnt cinder that gusts of wind will adjust
So - any protagonists can go and blow a bag of dicks
I'm at your projects making sure there won't be no Lazarus

King Keldor, master of everything
Colder than caskets the half wits get buried in
Past tense, outrageous so patience is very thin
The fabled sadist, heinous Samaritan

[Verse 3]
This is no happy land
Cartoonish Shaggy sham, it's harpoons at Daffy, hard booms and baggy pants
Tacky, I don't give a aggy damn
Crackie, ransack for Krabby Patties with bizarre tunes and wacky fans

Like all five of them
Commander of cybermen, you sleep with the fishes, I swam with Leviathan
Dance in the viper's den
Sticking up lemonade stands for citrus and make grands, lamping in private then

When I get found out
Make my escape by floating on a cozy SoundCloud approaching downtown
Arose from my grave
So when I slay, leave a rose from my grave at the toes of my prey

Speaker of the Black Hand
Released from my concealed prison of snow and steel from deep within the lap lands
A demon with rap hands, purple and gold
Clap handsome, tap dancing when I'm burning the globe

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from Snake Mountain EP, released January 28, 2015

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